#vin robles

[eldstunga]

A much belated gift for the fussiest of friend-shaped pots @vin-robles. God I love this grumpy monkey <3

[crossroadsfossil]

Fake titles!!!

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

" you've got time to grow"

"Letters to myself"

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."

-im sorry this^ title is so long-

"You and have a long walk home."

"We decided not to cry."

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

OTGW fic. 

When Wirt was finished with high school, he decided to take a gap year, encouraged by his stepdad, who also offered to help fix up an old car. Wirt chose a moped. 

His stepfather held up a hand when Wirt wheeled the moped into the garage. Wirt stopped and waited, his stepfather massaging the bridge of his nose before turning around and entering the house. Less than three minutes later he returned with a photo album, an almost manic grin on his face. Wirt ended up learning a lot about his stepfather’s own gap year, and his moped. His stepfather suggested he go south. 

Looking back on it, Wirt realized that was probably not a great choice. He might not have ended up going through the kudzu covered wall in the rain and ending up nursing what he hoped wasn’t a broken ankle. 

The woods were dark, and oh so familiar. 

plot: return to The Beyond. World hopping Wirt and Greg. Eventual Beast Wirt. 

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

Plot: The thing about living in large cities was that light pollution drowned out all stars. The heavens could be raining down wish bearing stars and no one in the city or its suburbs would be able to see them. 

That’s alright. Izuku was used to taking terrible situations and transmuting them into success like an alchemist of old. He did it when he was young, he would do it again. 

He just hadn’t counted on Tomura being sent back in time with him. 

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

Inko Midoriya could once move mountains. If you gave her enough time and a spoon, she would show you a new valley where it used to be. Marriage and the birth of her son had provided her the opportunity to retire - something she took with both hands and would refuse to give up. 

Or it had been until she had seen what Izuku was being sent into, what even the top ten couldn’t prevent from happening to her son. She was... disappointed. She had expected more of them and, well. There were few things that could prompt her into leaving retirement. Izuku was always one of them, and when he asked how to save a person, well. 

She pulled out the small black book with her cyphered contact list and began to call in favors and upon old friends. 

" you've got time to grow"

One of the first things he was told after being taken in by the commission was that he was to be called Hawks. Which was fine. He liked it. It sounded cool. It sounded badass. 

The second thing he was told was that he was being placed in a home. A pair of foster parents, carefully vetted. His mom had always told him to slow down, to not go as fast. Clearly, he didn’t listen to her. He didn’t regret it. Now, now he was forced to slow down. Bandages pulling at his back and shoulders, the echoing pain dulled by creams and medication. That wouldn’t stop him normally but the driveway that was half a kilometer to the road hindered him. The fact that the nearest town was an hour's drive beyond that was another factor. Until his wings grew back, if they grew back, he was stuck at his parent’s retirement home. 

“Hawks, honey, the farmhands are almost here.” His mother said, phone in hand. “Your mom says they picked up lunch on the way back. From the glee in her voice, I think she got several buckets. I swear.” She sighed fondly and left. Minutes later he heard the front door open, and the tromping in of several sets of feet. With a sigh, he got up and limped down to the dining area. 

At the threshold, he froze, seeing people he didn’t want to ever see again, and especially not with his mothers in the same room. 

“Hawks.” Spinner said, surprise written over his face. The heads of the rest of the league snapped hard toward him, surprise and creeping dread over everyone’s face.  

"Letters to myself"

If Phalnex could have written a letter to his past self, he would have encouraged another post. Any post. Any position would have been better than where he was currently. Yes, there were benefits but he would not consider this one of them. 

A large feline purred as he entered the hanger. It was the largest of the lions- that was what the humans were calling them. He wasn’t sure what their fascination with comparing wildlife to creatures they had on their homeworld. He saw where they drew the comparisons, but still. 

“Oh thank fuck.” A familiar voice said. His ears swiveled to pinpoint where the holder of the voice was and he spotted her held between the lion’s front two paws. 

“Vin.” He greeted. The Midoan smacked the paws until they loosened enough for her to wiggle out from between them. She offered him a sympathetic look as she sped by him. As soon as she cleared the door, he was being picked up, scruffed as if he was a kit. 

Gods, he couldn’t wait until that pilot returned. This lion was ungodly clingy without him. 

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."-im sorry this^ title is so long-

This would actually be a series, a trilogy to be exact. Age/roleswap. 

I begged god to spare you, - 

If there was one thing Izuka was worried about, it was this year’s UA internships. Tokoyami was doing his best to reassure him, but even the antics of darkshadow (who was doing her best to imitate an overly fluffy utahraptor) weren’t easing the twisting in his stomach. Something felt wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when the interns had left with his sidekicks, something trilled at him to go with them, even though Recovery Girl had assured him that between herself, Apex and Ravine, they would be fine. There was a knock and then Ochako stuck her head in. She had that look she got when dealing with Bakugo and paperwork in the same room- a mix of exhausted and simmering annoyance. 

“Guess who found trouble?” She said. Izuku groaned and let his head thump the table. 

10yrs later he got the memo - 

The two children before him were pale-haired, short, and one of them was looking at Izuku like he dared the hero to come closer. Toshi was letting Recovery Girl look over his arm, inspecting her work before moving on to Enji. The fire-user was giving a glare towards Toshi that, were his flames capable of shooting from his eyes, his classmate would be ash already. 

The smaller of the two children clung to, what Izuku assumed was his older brother. Both were too skinny, and the smaller (younger?) of the two looked several minutes away from toppling over. 

“I’m Izuku.” Midoriya greeted. The kid that bit Toshi snarled and reached out a hand, only for it to be grabbed and pulled away. 

“Shigaraki.” The smaller sibling interrupted, shooting his brother a look. A silent conversation passed between them, and Izuku let them. No one knew what their quirks were, but judging by the fact that the yakuza had them, he was sure it was powerful and dangerous. Worst case scenario, he asked for Miss Eri and got Tenko in here to provide a pep-talk. 

and knocked my front teeth. - 

“Babysitting?” Touya asked, dropping his bag and removing his shoes. Tenko nodded. Around him, there was what appeared to be the entirety of Tenko’s comic collection. One child was eagerly engrossed, chattering excitedly at his brother. The brother glared at everyone, tracking their movements. He hoped Tenko had told his boss that he wasn’t keeping the brats overnight. Being roommates with a hero-ling was one thing. Being dragged into a literary trope was another, and as much as he enjoyed his college courses on such books, he didn’t want to live one. 

Tenko got up and pulled Touya into the hallway, just far enough that they could talk but not far enough that Tenko couldn’t lean back and keep an eye on them. 

“Midoriya-san is working on placement, but well. He was of the opinion that our apartment was the safest place for him. The yakuza are after them.”

Touya snorted. Of course Tenko got dragged into this. 

“Well, Deku isn’t wrong. We’ve got what, four heroes and an almost doctor here? If Himiko can make it, we can add one spy to the list.” 

“She’s not a spy.” 

“Uh-huh. And Iguchi hasn’t adopted half his class.” Tenko opened his mouth to negate that statement but a pale-haired child peered around the corner. 

“Who’s a spy?” of course that was what interested the angry child. 

"You and I have a long walk home."

This would be a FMA fic, mostly because I want to just have shenanigans as Ed and Al get kicked off a train and have to walk back. Post the end of the series and they go through a town they’ve been through before. Very soft and very sweet. Some Teacher!Edward and alphonse getting to do a lot of things he couldn’t the first time around, like pet all the barn cats and fondle the freshly washed wool and being buried in cuddly sheep. 

"We decided not to cry."

"The tears of a mermaid.” Ginko set the small bottle on the witch’s desk. She picked it up, tilting it before leveling a skeptical glare at him. 

“These certainly aren’t.” She set the bottle down, but stopped him as he went to put them back in his pack. 

“It doesn’t mean I don’t want them. I do want the story. What happened to the real tears?” 

Ginko smiled, sitting down. The witch leaned over and lit another stick of incense. He voiced his thanks before launching into the story. 

plot: mushishi episode basically. Will contain mermaids, mer-other things, and some potential murder. 

[bountyhuntr]

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

    Proceeds to pull a half mangled, chewed on bone out from between your jaws. Given the size of it, it was probably a leg bone, at some point. Either way, it’s half destroyed, consumed, and looks like it might’ve been dipped in a vat of acid.

          “ What? ” You inquire, picking a shard of bone out from between your teeth.  “ Did you– want it for something? ”

sentence starters // open

[starbornlioness]

"So what's it gonna cost me to get these removed?" The Midoan sighed, slumped over with her chin in one hand while the opposite arm stretched out to the side. It looked the part of a pincushion, puffy and red and riddled with quills from some manner of creature. Or a person. Definitely not from a hit that had gone hilariously wrong.

Kalyana gently pressed down on the swelling, taking note of the heat coming off the alien. Not as bad as it could be, but she would need some compression and medication to keep it from getting worse. No hives, so that was good. 

“Initial thoughts? Depends on if you want it numbed or not.” She padded over to one of the cabinets, pulling down several sachets of clean tools. It looked like she’d gotten into a fight with either a Ghonian Burlsq or Biod-Hud. She pulled down a bottle of anti-inflammatory that she knew worked well on the local Midoan population, and on instinct, a smaller bottle of antibiotics. 

“It will be your usual- time, supplies. I will then wrap you up and give you a few shots so you do not have to fight with the street pharmacists for decent meds.” 

She set the supplies down, and tapped out a quick estimate, with and without a numbing agent and showed the female the data-pad. 

“I do not need to know what this is or how you got it, but if this is a Biod-Hud sticking out of your arm, I would ask for the anesthetic. They come out twice as painful as going in.” 

[bountyhuntr]

[text] seriously?! you used up all the hot water again.

text message ardaka !

[ T ] : If I don’t use hot water then I won’t get anything out of my fur.

[ T ] : You know how difficult it is to get stains out of it.

[bountyhuntr]

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

nsfw meme / open

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

     ❛ I don’t know, zeruv, what’s yours? ❜

[bountyhuntr]

"How do I look? I look stupid, don't I..." The halter dress Vin wore had caught her eye as they passed by a boutique on their hunt for a decent place to eat. It was a deceptively simple thing, long and rusty red with a an intricate pattern of sequins stitched to the bodice. But its outlandish cost was evident in the look of guilt on Vin's face as she spun, skirts fluttering around her. "Just tell me it looks stupid so I can put it back and we can go."

     The pricing of some things would never fail to surprise the both of them. Even the most simple set of shoes could cost an entire paycheck, let alone a simple dress. It was hard to focus on the amount of credits, though, when his eyes would linger over her, admiring the way it hugged at her curves, as slight as they were. 

As much as he wanted to tell her nonsense, I’ll buy it for you, it was hard to justify the price, and he knew the guilt for it wouldn’t go away any time soon. Instead, he’s contemplative, silent for a moment before his eyes wander, looking over Vin’s head and out one of the many gigantic windows and at a store across the street.

He perks up.

     ❛ I have an idea, ❜   he mutters, stepping toward her and gently taking her shoulders to spin her around, making her look at a bright neon sign overhead a store with displays of fabrics that shimmer against the lights of the city.   ❛ We can try to make a dress instead. Better than this one. ❜

[bountyhuntr]

"Take the damn game seriously or give me back the controller." Vin elbows Ardaka in the side, pinning him with a look of disgust as he goes about the business of punching every single enemy he sees to death. A process which easily takes ten times as long as just shooting them in the first place. Asshole.

       ❛ –Oh, but you play so boring, ❜   the Kariian snorts, his slitted eye focusing on Vin as the cybernetic remains trained on the screen, watching his avatar attempt to whittle down the health bar of the current boss with punches.   ❛ Shooting is too easy. ❜

He pauses, and then smiles in that way that says the next thing I’m going to say is complete shit, but I’m just saying it to bug you.

        ❛ It takes far more skill to punch them to death. You need to stay alive longer. Of course you’d complain when you just run away and shoot... ❜